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dnvrsmedia · 2 years ago

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What's Today's Date?

dealer!ellie x reader

18+ only

happy 4/20!

thinking abt dealer!ellie smoking you out then slutting you out on her strap till you’re hearing colors !

NOT PROOFREAD

Ellie was practically foaming at the mouth the week leading up to the "biggest day of the year" in her words. When you first met your now girlfriend, you were wide eyed and innocent. Never have even thought about putting anything like that substance she loves so much into your body. Confused at what she could have been talking about, you poutted all day. You felt like a terrible girlfriend! You knew it wasn't her birthday or even Joel, her adoptive dad's birthday. Stumpped over what it possibly could be, you dragged yourdelf through your classes.

Ellie told you that she would be very busy working today when you were over at her quaint apartment at the edge of campus last night. You weren't naive...well not as much as some may think. You knew Ellie was a dealer. That much never bothered you. She was careful and never let you come along on deals (no matter how much you begged her). Ellie knew what she was dealing with was not the safest and she'd do anything to keep you safe. You admired that of her. Having someone put you first in all facets of the word was a new expirence for you. Getting used to it was the real challenge.

You were laying in your dorm bed thinking of ways to make it up to Ellie. How could you somehow forget what could possibly be her favorite day of the year! You were beyond frustrated with yourslf when a familair knocking pattern at your door was brought to your attention. You leaped out of bed with a smile on your face, pushing down the guilty feeling bubbling up within. Its been a whole day without seeing or texting your Ellie and you could not believe how much you missed her. Another set of knocks and a loud-

"Baaaaabe, c'mon I gotta surpise!"

Manifested from behind the old wood. You giggled as you opened the door to a very clearly inhibriated Ellie Williams. If you couldn't tell from her low eyes and smirk, the n you could definatley tell from the strong smell rolling off of her. Although you have only smoked a few times (all with Ellie) you thought the aroma of Ellie's natural musk mixed with bud was tantalizing.

"Hi baby." You greet your girlfriend with an amused smile at her state. Ellie immidatley pulls you in for a deep and sensual kiss. Her hands are traveling towards the apex of your thighs, pulling and pushing the soft skin. You let out a soft moan in surpise and pleasure. You separate the kiss, remembering that you are in the middle of your dorm floor.

You look at Ellie with wide eyes, yet her face hasn't changed from the slight smirk that drives you insane.

"Hi princess," Ellie bites her lip, obivioulsy gawking at you in her oversized shirt and sweatpants.

"I missed you, it wouldn't be my favorite holiday I didn't get to spend the rest of the day with my girl." She cheekily pinches the sides of your hips with a smile; she knows exactly what she does to you.

Did she say holiday? Now you were even more confused. What holiday was in the middle of fucking April? Ellie must have picked up on your confusion because she starts to chuckle. You pout, wanting to understand what could possibly be this funny.

"Aw, baby, don't pout," She tries (and fails) to hide her smile.

"I've been so confused all day! It's only thursday." You whine. Ellie couldn't help herslef, she pressed a quick peck into your lips.

"It's okay babe, it's 420 today." She walks into your room and pulls out her infamous case. You immidatley shut the door with a giggle.

"That's today? I thought today was the 18th." You whine at your stupidity.

"I could've skipped classes and stayed with you today!" You pout some more as you sit next to Ellie on your couch. Ellie looks up at you with a disapproving look.

"You know I would've made you go into class. It's been so busy that I ran out of the stash that I sell. Babe I got enough to fucking spoil you so much you have no idea." Ellie moves back from rolling a few to look at you.

"I'm gonna wine and dine you so well you're not gonna be able to walk till next semster." Ellie flashes you her famous smirk that has you pressing your thighs together. Unbeknownst to you, that action doesn't go unoticed by your girlfriend.

To shake those naughty thoughts about Ellie from your head, you move to "smoke-proof" your room. The last thing you want is to set off the buildings fire alarm and get your girlfriend caught. You open your windows and cover your smoke alarm as Ellie watches your every move. Her eyes burning holes into your body. Thoughts of strapping you with the silicon tucked into her pants drives her insane. She has to be patient; at this route, she wont even get to see how you look all fucked out AND high. Ellie adjusts herself on the couch while you get situated next to her.

"You know you don't need to spoil me, babe. You work hard, you deserve your money." Ellie lights the perfectly made blunt and puts it to your mouth.

"Shush, now breathe in for me." You suck in a shaky breath as you can feel the heat spread even more between your damp thighs. You exhale and try not to choke on your breath as Ellie is massaging your lower abdomen.

"God, you look so pretty when you smoke." She bites her lip and puts the blunt back up to your mouth.

Ever since you first smoked with Ellie, she has made it a habit to do everything for you. She prepares, rolls, and even holds the blunt for you. She doesn't want her pretty girl to lift a finger.

After a few hits between the two of you, you gradually start to feel the high. A giddy smile makes way to your mouth as your eyes seem to get lower and lower. Ellie is starting to have trouble controlling herself around you. The higher both of you get, the more needy she become. This obviously having its shared affect on you.

You don't even notice this, but you are bucking your hips up in the air, searching for friction while you watch Ellie finish the last of the substance. Your eyes followed the delicious view of her fingers wraping around the blunt, trailing its way to her puckered lips. She exhales the billowing smoke before ashing out the roach in her the kirby ashtray she made you in her ceramics elective.

Ellie all but tackles you onto your back with a sense of need and urgency. Her rough hands firmly squeeze at your body, groaning at how soft you feel under her shirt. Her slightly chapped lips bruised kisses all across your body. In your heightened state, you couldn't prevent your moans from slipping between your teeth.

"Fuck Els- mph, please." And a conglomerate of pitiful moans excaped you.

Ellie was absolutley eating every single second of you needy and pliant state up. Her deep grunts and remarks of praise were floating through your head, making you dizzy.

"C'mon pretty girl, lemme make you feel so good. You deserve it, baby." Ellie felt the need seep out of her skin. She couldn't hold back. She needed to fuck you, feel you, be inside of you. She needed to taste you and bring you to your high over and over and over again. Just when you think you can't anymore, she needed to do it all over again.

You couldn't stop whining. Everything just felt extra heightened and sensitive. You could feel the rubbing of your nipples against Ellie's shirt and hands making you almost cum on the spot. Your head was filled with one thing and one thing only. Ellie.

You nod your head feriously in agreeance. You needed her lips on you, her hands feeling your hot skin, her- oh. She's been packing this whole time. A wanton moan leaves you as Ellie chuckles.

"C'mon use your words." She rasps in your ear. Her hand trailing down your stomach to the band of the sweatpants you're wearing.

"Please." You mutter as you buck your hips up, begging for her to touch you.

"Please, what? What do you need, baby?" Ellie teases as her hands pull down your pants, leaving your white cotton panties on full display. Her thumb hovers over the damp spot made by your slick with a groan.

"Please touch me, wanna feel good." You feel like crying. You have never felt so aroused and needy in your life. Only Ellie could make you feel this way.

"Atta girl." She smirks before diving in ontop of your damp underwear. Shes sucking and slurping every last drop like a madman and you're seeing stars. Ellie is rutting her hips into the couch, feeling the strap nudge her clit deliciously. She moves your underwear off swiftly, needing to get a tatse of your full essence.

Oh and does Ellie abosolutley go in. You gasp at the intrusion of her tongue in you tight, fluttering hole. Her muscle prodding at all the right places within you. Her hands pushing up the shirt you're wearing to pinch at your nipples. Twisting and tugging at your buds, Ellie cages your legs in between her stong arms to prevent you from moving. Having no where to go, you reach your peak hard and fast. This blindsides you and causes you to squeeze Ellie's head between your thighs as you ride out your high. Ellie could not be any happier then right here between your legs. Shes lapping up your slick.

"Hmph no more Els- too much!" You puff out in laborded breaths. Ellie removes her head from between your thighs. You thought that you couldn't want her to fuck you anymore, but the scene of her jaw soaked in you essence made you squeeze your thighs together.

"Fuck babe, you got one more in you don't you? Huh, my good girl? I need to fuck you on my stap. C'mon pretty thing I know you can do it." Ellie was basically whining with need to put her purple silicon friend into the depths of you.

You gave her a weak nod and she kisses you on your sweaty forehead before removing her ratty jeans. Her strap hangs off her hip, standing proudly before she grabs the bulbous head. Ellie drags the toy up your slick center teasingly before dipping the head into you. The angle rubs against Ellie's abused clit perfectly. You can see her pleasure as she throws her head back.

"I can't take it slow, baby I need to fuck you. God, I need to fuck you right now." Ellie moans as she brings her forehead to yours. You grab onto her cheek and nod.

"'s okay Els, use me. Want you to come f'me, please?" You beg while Ellie's eyes practically roll back into her head.

She pistons her hips with fast and deep thrusts, hitting her clit in the perfect spot everytime. You on the other hand, you're seeing stars. Ellie managed to get deeper then she has ever been while fucking you. You can't tell if it's the high or a combination of both, but shes fucking you so good. The languid sounds of her strap going in and out of you at a mind numbing pace set you spiraling.

"Fuck- ohmygodelsohgod!" Was all that you could muster to speak inbetween incorherent gutteral moans.

Ellie swears it's like she can feel you on her strap. This is the best she has ever felt and that climax is coming fast.

Her grunts mixed with your whines and moans made her work harder. Her strokes start to falter a bit as she beigns to be more vocal. That is when you know that your girl is about to cum.

"Fuck, who's pussy is this, hmm? Who's the only one to fuck you like this? Have you dripping- fuck- have you dripping for them?" She grunts as her pace slows but her thrusts get deeper.

You let out high moans "Youelsohgod- s'you!" You moan. The thread finally breaks within you as Ellie moves her hand inbetween your two bodies. Her dominant hand circling your puffy clit. This causes you to gush out all over her thighs and drench the couch beneath you.

"Oh fuck-" Ellie immedatly cums from seeing you make a mess all over her. You have never squirted before, but now? Ellie thinks shes obsessed.

Her hips slow as she finishes her climax. Shes praising you for how good you did for her before pulling out of you. You whine at the feeling and Ellie sushes you in comfort. After cleaning you both up, Ellie picks you up for you both to relax in your bed.

"You're so hot, babe. I am so making you squirt for the rest of our lives." Ellie smiles.

"Ellieuuhhh!" You shriek and playfully smack your lover.

There is no way you'll forget 420 ever again.

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saintgoths · 2 years ago

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜰᴏᴜʀ

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - NOT ALLOWED.

WORDS - 2,403.

RATING - 18+. [miscommunication, sexual assault, alcohol and drug consumption].

SUMMARY - stubborn to her beliefs ivy walks into a situation she doesnt understand thus sauntering into a scenario she wished she hadn’t.

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this chapter is really going to be heavy! but the act is not going to be written but implied! i'll put a warning before it happens. the warning [***]

15th of JUNE 2017

Married, were Isabella and Kai, the Oraphim were deliberate and austere about people in their community to be espoused to another, the two had no problem being with each other, throughout the years in the society, the two people had no troubles growing closer to one another, loving each other, mentally and physically; they were enamoured and lovesick.

Kai was devoted to the Oraphim religion and Isabella had always been distrustful and cagey about it, she had ben unsure the moment Kai had informed her about the religion before they arrived in the Oraphim community. Typically, Isabella would keep her thoughts to herself, but the bothered look she wore currently was too clear for it to be unnoticed by her husband, he had paused what he had been doing and neared his presence towards Isabella’s uncomfortable physique. She was slightly hunched and her face was pouted, Kai had observed that his wife would usually do that whenever she overthought about a topic she abhorred.

“What’s wrong?” Kai inquisitively questioned, his warm form gingerly comforted the young woman who avoided to answer his inquiry, she had said nothing but softly moved away from him, her avoidant nature caused him to pull her smaller body into his balmy figure, kindly embraced her as he pleaded his lover to express what she had been holding in.

Isabella eluded his stare, nervous to what she had to say. “You won’t like it.”

“I will be fine with whatever you say, Bella.”

Shortly, Isabella clenched her jaw fore she turned to look into his eyes, serious and solemn about her thoughts. “Do you genuinely believe in the Oraphim religion?”

“Yes,” he briskly replied, deliberate and grave about his belief, but with the deadpan expression Isabella had on her face, entailed that she was unmoved but bothered. “They’re a good religion and they teach people to be good,” he desperately contested just as Isabella shrugged his arms off her.

“What about the missing people?” She asked, “the missing people who were just as devoted to you in the Oraphim religion, where are they?”

Frustrated, Kai had licked the bottom of his lips, she was correct, there were numerous of people who were more devoted and faithful to the Oraphim religion than Kai ever would be, they had vanished, no traces of them left but memories.

“The missing people are probably working with the Ophanim,” Kai impugned gingerly defeated with her challenge.

Isabella scoffed at him in disbelief of his devoted delusion; the Ophanim is main leader of the Oraphim society, he founded and built the community with his disciples as he preached his word during the process of the plot being created. Throughout time, people have become faithful and dependent on him, wanted to work by him so they could be accepted by God. The Ophanim was seen as the last apostle of Christ and the only way to communicate with the Ophanim was to send him letters.

“Without the approval of the Ophanim we wouldn’t have been able to receive a spot,” Kai truthfully informed, in hopeless anticipation to win the dispute. “I’m grateful that you’re worrying about me, but I’m okay, you’re safe here, we’re safe here.”

Smoothly, Isabella let down her shoulders, drained in relations of the bothersome bicker she shared with her husband. She had remained silent, quietly still thought strong of her side of the dispute but with Kai’s delusional faith there would be a lack of progress to win.

Weary, Kai pressed his lips delicately against her forehead before he placed them against her lips ere he resumed his previous task.

Cemented and grounded in a reverie, eyes tightly shut but had been fought with them to ajar, Venus repeatedly urged herself to wake from the trance, her plead deep and tall but when she conclusively woke up, she briskly observed that she had pointed one of her mother’s acute and pointed kitchen knives before her face. Surprised, Venus hastily put the knife away and hurried up to the second floor.

Deep into her thoughts, she hadn’t remarked that Scarlett was in front of her and unwittingly bumped into the blond girl, stunned by the collision, Venus looked up and bored into her coloured eyes just as Scarlett beamed into Venus’ brown orbs, “what are you doing up?” Scarlett curiously inquired.

Venus softly took a step back, “what are you doing up?” She asked back.

“I dunno,” she shrugged, “I felt as if something was off so I went to check up on you.”

“I was just getting some water,” Venus plainly lied and Scarlett beckoned her head, acceptant to her reply.

“Well, you should go back to bed,” Scarlett kindly instructed but caught the quick frown that appeared on the younger girl’s face.

Scarlett gently raised her eyebrows, quietly gestured Venus to tell her what’s going on. Venus and Scarlett were comfortable around each other, the other family members were actually surprised when they observed that Venus grew close with the blond girl, knowing how aloof and anti-social Venus could be, they believed it would have taken months for the two to grow close.

“I can’t sleep,” Venus lightly mumbled, she had unintentionally played with her fingers, her face read a tiny insecure, Scarlett revealed a small smile.

She knew how shy Venus could get when it came to sharing her problems, “you can sleep next to me for the night,” Scarlett kindly suggested moreover, Venus was quick to agree to the implication and trailed behind Scarlett into her room.

Joel gently paraded into Three Sisters, his fad mission to search for his partner, hastily noticed that Isabella was not out of the kitchen, he quickly commanded for one of the staffs to escort her out of the cuisine and patiently waited for her arrival.

Isabella was quick to walk out of her workspace, content to see Joel but curious to why he asked for her presence. The two had kissed once they were in each other’s energies, Isabella first to pull away, suspicious to why he had called for her, “is there anything you need? If you hadn’t noticed, I’m busy in the kitchen.”

“I just wanted to see you,” he replied, his simple answer had caused Isabella to pull a face, Joel laughed at her comeback, his large hand grabbed her left arm to bring her closer to him, “Esther told me about the interaction you two shared the other day,” caught red-handed, Isabella scrunched her face at what he had brought up, which had caused Joel to chuckled even more, “don’t worry I found it cute when she told me.”

“I was surprised when I found out that Esther was your ex,” she candidly told him, the looks behind her eyes full with comical judgement.

Joel arched both of his eyebrows, nosy and impertinent about her fanciful behaviour. “Was I supposed to tell you?”

“No, I was just surprised on how recent the break up was,” she replied while Venus and Scarlett sauntered into the diner both clothed in the new attire Ivy had made for them, the garments layered and warm enough to prepare and thaw the girls in this icy weather. “Where’s Robin?” The matriarch asked and the two girls glanced at each other before they returned their stare towards the older woman and bounced their shoulders.

“He’s waiting for me,” Joel nonchalantly replied to only receive a nudge from his lover.

“Now, how about you go to Robin,” she strictly ordered her eyes ludicrously sharp.

“Yes ma’am,” he briskly followed in the act of walking out of Three Sisters and departed the girls alone, Isabella comically clicked her tongue just as she returned to the young ladies to ask them what they wanted to eat, moreover, after they had happily versed the older woman what they wanted to eat, she had smoothly rebounded to the kitchen to prepare their fare.

The instant Isabella had completed to cook their meals, she had returned to the girls and provided them with the food, they had thanked the Rosalind matriarch fore they dug into their fare, proud of her accomplishment, Isabella had remained close to Venus and Scarlett, Scarlett had rose her head towards Isabella, curious in relations to her romantic bond with Joel.

“When did you and Joel meet?” Scarlett curiously questioned, her light eyes glistened with inquiry, intrigued about the popular couple.

“We met during the week we moved in, I noticed him first and he was really grumpy,” Isabella verily replied genuinely nostalgic about their first encounter.

“Yeah, mum had a huge crush on him, it was so funny,” Venus inanely teased, her eyes comically fiendish and Isabella sent her a look, hands on her hips just as a matron listed into the diner.

The three ladies hadn’t paid the woman any attention just before she called out to Scarlett, the young girl had curved her vision towards the woman, eyes marginally wide while she remarked who the matron was. “That’s my mother, Ophelia.”

Promptly, Isabella walked around to instantly protect Scarlett, forthwith with her anger, Ophelia rapidly darted her eyes towards Isabella, in attempt to intimidate the woman she highlighted her height, her figure stalked over Isabella yet the Rosalind woman hadn’t backed down, eyes cruelly glared at the blond woman before her.

“You’re the one who took Scarlett?”

“You can say that,” Isabella briskly retorted, her tone sharp, showing no sign of cowing and coercion.

Ophelia lightly moved her sight to Scarlett, who sat on the diner chair with remorse that she had put Isabella in this demoralising position.

“Give her back to me.”

Isabella rudely, furrowed her eyebrow, “no.”

The diner, silent, all attention given towards the circumstance, everyone acute and keen to what Ophelia would do next, furthermore, Scarlett had remarked the motion Ophelia would make ere she would strike someone, thus, she had quickly confronted her mother, forcibly separated Isabella and Ophelia, damned and liable, she had looked up towards Isabella, damned, “I’ll go.”

Confused, Isabella furrowed her eyebrows, ready to deny Scarlett’s request. “Why would you want to go back?” She rapidly questioned, stunned towards Scarlett’s choice.

“I’ll be fine,” Scarlett softly whispered, her eyes laced with anguish and affliction, but her motives genuine. Scarlett had turned her view to Venus who hunkered on her seat, her expression hard to read but internally she felt, not disappointed, but unfortunate.

Ivy had just rebounded from a successful group patrol she had shared with her main patrol partner Rowan Sparke, the additional individuals who joined the group patrol were not all a part of her age group, some of them were older around their late twenties or early thirties; the Rosalind girl had been praised for her bravery and credentials, along with Rowan’s usual teasing behaviour.

The moment she had finished cleaning and preparing herself she had tasked herself to go to Ellie’s cabin, Ellie was a private person, always kept her door cinched, yet there was always a first for everything, Ivy had opened Ellie’s unbolted door, met with the comforted state and stance both Ellie and Dina had themselves in.

Nimbly noticed the shocked and dismayed expression penned all over Ivy’s face, her stunned façade now replaced with realisation then disappointment. “Ivy, I promise it’s not what it looks like!” Ellie urgently conveyed, verily stunned at the timing the Rosalind girl had arrived.

“You don’t need to explain anything,” Ivy rudely muttered just as she exited the cabin and closed the door behind her, her mind clouded and screened, using her nebulous thoughts to walk herself to her main patrol-partner Rowan’s home.

Her knocking seemed urgent enough for Rowan to rush downstairs, ere he heard his mother yell for him to open the door. Surprised to detect Ivy in front of him was enough to briskly pull Ivy into his large cabin he shared with his mother, his matriarch walked past and did spare time to greet Ivy who stood there, in hopes to lose sight of what had just happened.

The small conversation between the trio was short, Rowan’s mother was quick to leave the two youngsters alone, she had returned to the kitchen while Ivy’s body curved to Rowan, her arms wrapped around her body, face insecure, Ivy was already a laid-back person, but she seemed more quiet than usual.

“You were right,” Ivy whispered during the moment they had moved to his bedroom, Ivy had explained everything she had saw when she walked into Ellie’s cabin, and severely regretted taking any part of that friendship group, Rowan was quick to put down his comical nature and was brisk to reassure her.

They had both sat on his bed, in comfortable silence, to calm her down, Rowan had offered her alcohol and weed in which she had blatantly agreed to, she would’ve rather been under the influence than be swallowed by the awkward and severe emotions of heartbreak.

The two had still spoke, joked with each other and shared stimulants and pills to develop into a happier state, their comments slurred and their laughs libel.

“You had everyone’s attention,” Rowan joked, nostalgic, “you were like a breath of fresh air, more like perfumed fresh air, you smelt really good.”

***Ivy giggled, rested against his shoulder, silently and hopelessly requested that she had the ability to turn back time to just only befriend Rowan. She had barely looked up more-over, Rowan had hastily pushed his mouth against hers, shocked, Ivy froze just as he continued to caress her, but the moment she had the strength to pull herself back from him, she had stared at Rowan, thrown aback.

“Rowan, I only see you as a friend,” Ivy shakily breathed, her eyes wet, startled, but Rowan had grabbed her wrists, his train of thoughts in denial of Ivy’s comment.

“But you came to me when you found out Ellie had cheated on you with Dina.”

“I came to you because you’re my friend!”

Anxious, she had attempted to pull herself from Rowan, though, the pills and booze too capable for the Rosalind woman to fight him off, and she could feel her body flop under his touch, “you want this,” Rowan compelled, his tone unwrinkled and steady, Ivy’s lips pouted, unwittingly allowed the Sparke male to use her body, silent, she had held back her utterance in hopes that he would soon finish.

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